Conversation from yesterday:
Me: Guess what day it is tomorrow.
Me: Yes, that's true, but what else is it tomorrow?
Thor: It's the day you fly to California.
Me: Yes, that's true too, but what else is it?
Me: Towel Day!
Thor: Towel Day?...Oh, Towel Day! That's the geekiest day ever. I have to do it!
Me: Me, too.
Conversation on the train to the airport this morning:
Thor: Guess what we forgot?
The beauty of it though, is that 15 hours of travel later, I landed in San Francisco to find that it was still early afternoon on Towel Day. I was able to run errands with a towel in my possession. Sadly, it was in my bag, not making any kind of statement, but I still feel just that little bit hoopier knowing that I too am a frood who knows where my towel is.